Angel

She is an angel,
Of white and pure.
With wings,
as smooth as ravens claws.

Waiting,
for her gossamer hands of silk,
To turn to sand paper.

Eyes as black as coal,
With her skin,
White as snow.
Laying in her field
Of porcelain mask's.
Where her emotions
are forced
below the fibers of her soul.

by prettynpink
posted on 06/30/2007